This is a story about a girl that I knewShe didn't like my songsAnd that made me feel blueShe said: "a big band is far better than you"

She don't rock 'n' roll, she don't like itShe don't do the stroll, well she don't do it right.

Well, everything's wrong and my patience was goneWhen I woke one morningAnd remembered this songO-oh-oh, kinda catchy.I hoped that she would talk to me nowAnd even allow me to hold her handAnd forget that old band.

I strolled around to her padHer light was off and that's badHer sister said that my girl was gone"But come inside, boy, and play, play, play me a song!"I said "Yeah! Here I go"She's kinda cute; don't you know,That after a while of seeing her smileI knew we could make it, and make it in style!

So now I've got all I needShe and I are in love, we've agreedShe likes this song and my others tooSo now you see my world is...Because of this tune!What a boon this tune!I tell you soonWe'll be lying in bed, happily wed,And I won't think of that girlOr what she said.